A piece of poetry for the frustrated terminologist. Inspired by Bob Dylan.

The Terms They Are A-Changin’

Come gather ’round people wherever that you roam
And admit that the concepts around you have grown
& accept it that soon the translators’ll moan that their time to them is worth savin’
Then you document terms or you’ll sink like a stone for con — cepts they are a-changin’

Come technical writers who compose with your pen
And keep your eyes wide the chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon for the text’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ now what it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win for the terms they are a-changin’

Come PMs, localizers, please head the call
Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be her that has stalled
The translation formin’ will soon shake your Windows
And rattle your walls
For the terms, they are a changin’

Come programmers & engineers throughout land & don’t criticize what you can’t understand
Your code & your programs are beyond your command your old road is rapidly agein’
So get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand for the terms they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast, the slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past, your bandwidth is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last for the terms they are a-changin’.